Airfields in cornfields

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“Flying off to foreign lands or simply hovering above familiar land, take yourself to the airfield in the middle of no where and take flight” Gun Roswell

Airfields in cornfields

While visiting the side of the country
Where the lush green remains for eternity
The fields filled with produce as far as the eyes can see
Isn’t this totally the lace for anyone for a weekend to flee

Peddling, rowing, running or just walking
When al the nature’s offerings gently stalking
But then something completely different comes to view
In the middle of the fields with a very light hue

Shimmering in the bright summer’s sunlight
Your mind immediately starts to fantasise and then takes flight
And soon enough your body can make that come true too
Because you have just stumbled upon a small airfield designed for two

Jump in and on board
This short flight you really can afford
As soaring above the countryside for a while
Will totally put you in awe with a great big smile

Aches and Pains

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“There is such thing as bad pain… and then, there is the constant nagging drilling ache which just won’t quit… will you get used to? Probably. Is it good to yield? You decide.” Gun Roswell

Aches and Pains

More, than a constant
Those feelings are present
Tiny nagging parts
Move, and someplace will smart
Aches, pains and cracks
No matter which way you take a turn
You can bet, somewhere, there’s a burn
Nagging, whining, complaining
No way of go letting
It is for forever now
Just wish there was a how
To rid of this, constant

A quiet ride

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“On a horseback, on a road to nowhere” Gun Roswell

A quiet ride

Late night
A quiet ride
On a horseback
No destination set 
Laid back feeling
A moment steeling
Along the coast
Air cool with frost
The view stunning
The last rays fading
Soon it is dark
No sounds, 
Not even a bark
Steering my stead
Just that away
Straight ahead
Sand glistens
In the moon light
No one in sight
Which is fine
The whole world
Is mine
Moving along
This is the score
Just myself
And the horse
Life is good
All as it should

A little while later
Something stirs
It is me
Did I 
Imagine it
Waking up
All is a blur
It was only
A dream so vivid

Under the umbrella

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“Under my umbrella, there is shadow” Gun Roswell

Under the umbrella

When the sun is high
In the afternoon sky
Skin starts to burn
And then it will hurt
Make a b-line
Where you can feel fine
Under the umbrella
Also called a parasol
Away from the light
Into the shadows
Where the cool window blows
Sip on a drink
Do not anything think
Just into the moment
Let yourself sink
Life can be great
Even under 
The bright umbrella

Up or Down

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“Up and down we go ” Gun Roswell

Up or Down

Going up or going down
Whether in a city or a town
Stairs leading every where
Just step on this manual fare

Up and down, all around
There is no beginning, no end
Just a lot of time to be spent
To these escalators, we are bound

 Up the Hill

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It’s quite the long way up there, to wherever you’re going, climbing up that slippery rock face! And hey, just be careful when you finally reach the wanted point! It may not be what you excepted after all.” Gun Roswell
 
 Up the Hill

Up the hill
Down the hill
Feel the wind chill
It’s a surreal thrill

Up, up, even higher
Like your ass, was on fire
Run, from the dire
Follow, your desire

Go all the way up
Then come down
Never mind the hiccup
Or the face frown

Up the hill
Get your fill
Before, the time
To stand still

Utopia

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“Sometimes dreams really can come true – the once utopia seen in the minds eye being fulfilled in reality?” Gun Roswell

Utopia

In a world of black and white
There is no wrong or right
There is no war nor strike
No conflict nor fight

The land is wast and pretty
No one says anything remotely shitty
There is no poverty nor pity
All is done up to the nitty gritty

Ah, my silly little utopia
How did I ever dream up ya?

Vessels, Ships, Boats Ahoy!

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“Take a boat, a ship or a large vessel, on a long vacation or just.a short trip across the pond… well, what more is there than to shout — ship ahoy! “ Gun Roswell

Vessels, Ships, Boats Ahoy!

A long trip, on an island to slip
In a good size sailing ship no less
Enjoying the time, to get there, long
Provided the weather gods stay gone
And let the sunshine and winds
Lead us, on our invisible wings

The short vacation to an unknown destination
The large commercial vessel, prepared for embarkation
All the comforts of a small village, inside this lustrous chillage
Of a thing, where you can eat, dance and sing
All day long, then all night going strong
In the old school discotheque, without much etiquette

When it’s time for your sleeves up to haul
Then taking a rowboat across the small moat
And don’t forgot to bring your warm coat
Because this time of year, the chills will be near
Then row, row, row, your little heart out
Until you are totally ready to shout:

Ship Ahoy!

Watching the clouds

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“Watching the puffy clouds, quite the good past time “ Gun Roswell

Watching the clouds

The clouds painted the blue skies
With softness, fluffy as fresh made pies
The horizon now filled with all kinds
Of formations as far as imagination flies
A veritable smorgasbord of art I spy
Up there above me, so ever high
But, should I really hard to try
I know I could reach them all with at least a smile

Laying on the soft green grass
Letting the time slowly me pass
No worries of the future nor the past
As I am in no hurry to run anywhere fast
Because, the die had already been by someone else cast
With all this free time in world supposedly smart
I am solely concentrated, on watching only, the skies

Water times three (three)

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“The night fall so blue, nothing else to do, except let the small boat gently glide back home” Gun Roswell

Water times three

Riverside
After the sun has set
A moment for yourself let
Think of the time spent
Before and after
Even break to laughter
It’s close to dark
If you make it smart
A while longer
And you may see the stars